After the Fair: 2008

There was simply too much seen and done at the fair last weekend to encapsulate it in a single blog entry. I spent two days, from 6am - 9:30pm in a Bud Light tent, up in Evanston, pouring beer for fair-goers.

And I don't even drink beer.

I was the equivalent of the vegetarian working the barbecue pits. People would ask me, "How is that 312?" and I would say, "Honestly, I haven't tried it, but the it's pretty popular and ordered often. Would you like to try one?"

Often, they could.

When you're standing in one spot, doing the same repetitive thing for two days straight, you enter into a weird trance-like state where you can't remember how long you've been there or how long you have to stay there or what your part is, in the bigger picture of things. Your identity is irrelevant. Your home and family is irrelevant. Your entire existence is dwindled down to be a human cash register and vendor of just 4 different types of beer.

Occasionally, exciting things would happen like when a beer keg would tap out and Jenn would have to change it out.
Or when someone would need change for a $100 bill to buy a $4 beer.
Or when a freak, twenty-minute hail storm blows over the fair, dumping nickel sized hail on everyone.
Random bits of peculiarity that broke up the monotony.

I brought my camera with me for the two days that I was there. I got almost 200 pictures from the fair. Expect to see them popping up here with short anecdotes, in the coming days.

TO BE CONTINUED...


The Chicago Ave. Beer Booth Where I Spent My Two Days At The Fair.
(Eagle-eyed viewers can see Jenn in the booth, slinging beer for some thirsty patron.)